Chapter 4. The Director

"Hey, Aaron! Did you know this!?" My friend Jasmine was just released from her schedule today. She is a pornstar too, second to someone I admire. She and I never worked together but since we were from the same university and she was my senior who inspired me into this field, I respect her vastly. Jasmine holds a pamphlet in her hand and swings it on my face. Removing the bands of the camera strings from my hand, I hold onto the pamphlet to read it briefly.

"Contest for best porn short film? You wanna participate?" I ask innocently. If she wanted, I'd definitely lend a hand and direct her film. The limit as I read is ten minutes max, since it's a short film.

"No, you fool! It's for the directors entry! You can participate!" She yells in my ear with her shrill voice. Biting my lower lip, I smile and nod my head. Honestly, I behave like a small child in front of her. Maybe her superiority makes me want to surrender to her that way.

"Sure. Let me think of a script soon." 

"Cool. Bye!" She kisses my cheek sweetly and leaves. Wow, I'm blushing again. "B-bye..." waving my hand, I see her leave. The actors for my next schedule arrive as I share the news with them. I'm pretty extroverted. Their opinions encouraged me to do this, because the cash price was attractive even for me.

"Fifty grand will require a lot of efforts, man. Seeing you, you'll win the rounds pretty much with ease. I say go for it." The male actor says, the female actor clinging onto his arm. They were, once upon a time, a couple. The man broke up with her because he loved her too much and refused to see her with any other man on camera. So they broke up. This is a very common thing around here, but that intrigues me is their vivid chemistry. 

I chose them for their chemistry and nothing else. It was a miracle that I could get them on the set as a pair again. Well, miracles happen with me with a cost. 

My producer friend had to bargain them, but I needed them no matter what. It's a business at the end of the day, hence, here we are. Reuniting the lost couple.

The shooting ends on a quite good note. 

I was sitting on a chair, exhausted because I was standing with the heavy camera on my shoulder for a pretty long time. The female actress sneakily walks into my green room, a special room for the director alone. Alerted, I sit straight and look at her.

"I'd need some rest after the shoot, sweetie." I say to her, even though she was older than me.

"I came to make you rest, stupid." She says. I watch her close the door behind her. The cheeky smile suggesting me something. My chest feels fuzzy when she gets on her fours on the floor and starts crawling towards me. 

Ahem. Her ex is right outside.

"I don't want anyone to know about this." She says, pressing her mid-range chest on my knees while she invades the space between my legs. Her dainty hands were pretty... but not as attractive as someone I know. She was full and final, like a doll. But somehow, artificial for my taste.

Yet, I'd accept the offer. Grab anything that's free. It's the rule of life for any man.

"What do you plan to do?" I ask her, placing the camera away and softly caressing her smooth cheek.

"Just a head." She says. "Fine with me." Giving her more access to myself, I spread my legs and relax back. To be honest, my shoulders hurt at this instant and I need a massage more than a head. 

Watching as she skillfully gets rid of my garments, she dives right in at my semi-hard rod. Her lips were soft and warm. Her lipstick leaving trails on my skin at first. My breath was becoming tardy by the time she was bobbing her head on me.

She was skillful, as I said. She had a handful of movements to offer and I was enjoying all of her. I want to hold her head, but I'm afraid I'll explore a lot more than needed.

Seeing my hesitancy, she grabs my hand and places it on herself. Attagirl. 

She shouldn't have done that.

Out of the blue, a spurt of energy surges through me as I begin thrusting my hips into her mouth. She was enjoying this, I could say. 

Throwing my head back, I devour her sweet sounds that come from bobbing on my eight inches. I believe she can't take all of me, so I slow down to show consideration. I was tired myself, on top of that. 

She gains her reign back on me, doing whatever she likes as I quietly accept. For some reason, it wasnt as exciting as when she was on. She never gave me an oral. Not once in the two times we had each other's tastes.

Fifteen minutes and I announce her that I was close. Caressing her hair, I look for signs where she wanted to see me nut on her face or chest. But she goes on. "I'm close. Fuck." Groaning, I release my load. Even after my announcements, she takes my load in her mouth... and swallows it.

"You didn't need to do that..." I say breathily. She was still bobbing and licking, to milk any leftover juices out of me. My body was flinching every time she licked my tip. The sensations made me feel ecstatic. 

"I had to." She says, leaving me be and letting me put my garments back. She licks the side of her mouth and hums, something says me that I taste better than her ex. Well, that's a compliment to any man.

"I wanted to shoot with him one last time before my feelings faded. You can see me in love, but... I have to let him go for the best. And thanks to you, my last wish was fulfilled. Thank you, Aaron." She says. I gaze at her. I didn't know she wanted something like this.

Getting to my feet, I hold her face and kiss her sweetly.

"You're welcome, Daisy."